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Podcast Episode: Writing Through Uncertainty

Pip: A book that began with a mother's poem, grew through a cancer diagnosis, and ended up exploring what remains alive underneath biological change — Gratitude Squared has been busy.

Mara: This episode covers the publication of that book and the decades-long creative journey behind it — from a childhood metaphor about a House to the biology of repair, disability, and what it means to keep living.

Pip: Let's start with the announcement itself.

The House Is Open

Mara: The book is called Life Beneath Uncertainty: Misfires, and the post announcing its publication frames it this way: "This book is not a promise that uncertainty disappears. It is an invitation to look more closely at the abundance of life that exists alongside it."

Pip: So not a survival manual — more like a guided wander through everything that keeps going even when something has gone wrong.

Mara: Available as an illustrated paperback and a digital PDF through the Blurb Bookstore. The House, as the post puts it, is open.

Pip: And the origins of that House go back much further than the publication date.

Before the Book, a Mother's Poem

Mara: The post "Before Misfires, There Was a House" traces how the book's central metaphor began — not with biology, but with a poem written by a mother.

Pip: A poem that sat quietly for years before illness gave it a second life.

Mara: The post puts it plainly: "Cancer made me curious about biology." That one sentence carries a lot — curiosity as a response to diagnosis, not just fear.

Pip: Which reframes the whole project. This isn't a book about what went wrong.

Mara: Exactly the opposite. The post describes a growing astonishment at how much goes right — repair, communication, adaptation — happening constantly, unnoticed. And a distinction that became central: a cell may misfire, but the person is not the misfire.

Pip: That's the line that does the real work, isn't it.

Mara: It is. And from there the House expands — back through decades of work with people living with disabilities, through personal experiences with treatment and uncertainty, into a question the post names directly: "What remains alive underneath biological change?"

Pip: Memory, curiosity, humor, faith — the post lists them out, one per line, like rooms you might still find intact.

Mara: The book grew from that inventory. And the post ends with the observation that perhaps it didn't begin with cancer at all — perhaps it began when a mother quietly left a House, and a daughter had to live long enough to find out what was inside.


Pip: A poem becomes a metaphor, a metaphor survives a diagnosis, and a diagnosis becomes a book. That's a long arc.

Mara: And the question underneath it — what remains alive when something changes — doesn't really have a final answer. Which is probably why there's more to come.

The House Is Open: Life Beneath Uncertainty Is Published

I have some happy news to share.

After years of writing, researching, reflecting, illustrating, and revising, my new book, Life Beneath Uncertainty: Misfires, is now published and available through the Blurb Bookstore.

Many of you who have visited Gratitude Squared over the years will recognize some of the ideas that found their way into this book.

There is biology, of course. There are the unexpected misfires of living systems, and the remarkable processes of repair that continue quietly within us. There are personal stories, reflections on disability and illness, poetry, and questions that do not always have easy answers.

And there is a House.

My mother, Marian E. Blake, gave me that House through her poetry many years ago. I have wandered through it in my imagination ever since. In this book, the House has grown into a place readers can visit, with a Winding Stream to follow and rooms in which to pause, wonder, reflect, and sometimes simply rest.

This book is not a promise that uncertainty disappears. It is an invitation to look more closely at the abundance of life that exists alongside it.

I am grateful to everyone who has encouraged my writing and followed these reflections over the years.

The book is available as an illustrated paperback and a digital PDF. You can explore it here:

Life Beneath Uncertainty: Misfires — Mary Blake Huer

https://www.blurb.com/b/13041251-life-beneath-uncertainty-misfires

Thank you for visiting Gratitude Squared.

The House is open. I hope you will come inside.

— Mary Blake Huer

Note: Blurb frequently has sales for new customers. There is a 30% off sale now.

Here is a potential podcast to announce the book as well:

Pip and Mara: The House Has Opened Its Doors

Pip: Mara, have you heard the news? The House is finally open.

Mara: The House? You mean the one we’ve been talking about—the House that began with a mother’s poem?

Pip: That very one. Only now it has 260 pages, illustrations, a Winding Stream, and places where visitors can stop along the way.

Mara: And a name, I understand. Life Beneath Uncertainty: Misfires.

Pip: Yes. Although I suspect the title might make some people think it’s a book about everything going wrong.

Mara: Which would be rather unfortunate, because so much of the book is about everything that continues going right.

Pip: That’s what I’ve been thinking. Our bodies are doing remarkable things every moment, even when we’re worried about the things that aren’t working.

Mara: And the House reminds us that a person is always more than a diagnosis, a disability, or a difficult chapter of life.

Pip: So what does a visitor do when they arrive?

Mara: They can follow the Winding Stream, explore the rooms, read some poetry, consider the science, or simply pause.

Pip: No mandatory tour?

Mara: None that I know of.

Pip: Good. I’ve never been particularly fond of mandatory tours.

Mara: Then perhaps we should open the door and let readers discover the House for themselves.

Pip: With pleasure. And I hear the book is now available at Blurb.

Mara: It is. Here’s the address: https://www.blurb.com/b/13041251-life-beneath-uncertainty-misfires

Pip: Welcome, everyone. Come inside.

Mara: And stay as long as you like.

Before Misfires, There Was a House

Long before I began wondering about biology, my mother had already given me a place in which to wonder.

She gave me a House.

My mother, Marian E. Blake, wrote poetry throughout much of her life. Her poems grew from faith, family, hardship, humor, observation, and the ordinary experiences of being human. Years ago, I published a collection of her poetry because I wanted her words to continue living beyond the pages on which she first wrote them.

One of her poems imagined a house inside of us.

At the time, I loved the image for what it was: a spiritual and personal metaphor. I did not know that many years later, after illness entered my own life, I would return to that House and begin looking at it quite differently.

Cancer made me curious about biology.

I began asking questions I had never thought very much about before. What actually happens when cells change? What happens when something in the body does not work as expected? Why do some biological changes disappear while others persist?

Eventually I began using a simple phrase for some of these events:

biological misfires.

I did not mean that a person had misfired.

That distinction became increasingly important to me.

A cell may change. A repair process may fail. A biological event may unfold in an unexpected way.

But the person is not the misfire.

The more biology I studied, the more another realization surprised me. I had begun by looking for what went wrong. Instead, I became increasingly astonished by how much goes right.

Every day our bodies carry out enormous numbers of successful biological activities without our ever noticing them.

Repair happens.

Communication happens.

Adaptation happens.

Life continues.

Disease is memorable partly because health is so abundant.

And somewhere along the way, my mother’s House returned.

I began imagining that perhaps illness changes something within the House without necessarily destroying everything that lives there.

There may still be memory.

Curiosity.

Love.

Humor.

Faith.

Relationships.

Choices.

Wonder.

The ability to participate in life.

The House gradually became more than one metaphor. It became a place from which I could ask a much larger question:

What remains alive underneath biological change?

That question eventually carried me far beyond cells and repair mechanisms.

It led me back through decades of work with people living with disabilities. It led me to people whose abilities were sometimes hidden beneath what others immediately saw. It led me into my own experiences with cancer, treatment, uncertainty, gratitude, and the unexpected business of continuing to live.

And eventually those ideas became a new illustrated book I have been working on called Life Beneath Uncertainty.

The book has now reached the physical-proof stage.

That still feels rather astonishing to write.

But perhaps the book did not truly begin with cancer, biology, or even Misfires.

Perhaps it began many years earlier when my mother quietly left me a House.

I simply had to live long enough to discover what was inside.

— Mary Blake Huer


The Weight of Thoughts : Grateful Thoughts (An Essay)

Recently, my dear friend shared a photo of “The Weight of Thoughts”, Bronze Sculpture by the Belgian artist Thomas LeRooy. The word “Thoughts” and the “big head” caught my eye.

Why are people talking about this sculpture?

How are “thoughts” and “Gratitude” linked?

Look at what has happened since LeRooy created this work of art around 2008.

Thomas LeRooy, when planning for his 2009 Braindance exhibition, discovered he could not plan this work… he felt such a fight between his head and body when thinking about his ideas, he ended up creating four sculptures, big and heavy, to express what he felt inside, his “Thoughts”. Those sculptures (big heads) continue to take on new meanings by people as they view the art. People discuss the WEIGHT of thinking. Why?

It is difficult to define or explain “What are thoughts?” and “Where do Thoughts Occur?”

The answers to these questions are relevant to GRATITUDE . Fields of Embodied Cognition and Cognitive Psychology discuss the thinking process in the brain, in the body, through sensory and physical experiences, and so forth.

In my opinion, experiences leading to descriptions of GRATITUDE also are derived from physical experiences, sensory events, through connected thoughts, and out of body experiences.

The WEIGHT of posting about “gratitude” is hard, as gratitude is not the same for everyone. Within this blog, #gratitudesquared.com, the reader will find there are three levels of gratitude: #gratitudezero, #gratitudelite, and #gratitudeultra, defined in an earlier post.

This topical essay (the Weight of Thoughts: Grateful Thoughts) falls under the #gratitudeultra category, and leads to HEAVY THINKING as well.

Why is this sculpture a pivotal image for gratitude readers?

  • Because along your journey to gratitude you may find you will go deeper and deeper into exploring how gratitude impacts your life with very meaningful and positive outcomes. Spend some timing thinking about your journey thus far. List meaningful outcomes you have experienced.
  • You may also discover, as did LeRooy, that your capacity to describe your gratitude feels limited by your own words, or by what you will feel inside. Take a moment to try to describe, What exactly is gratitude to you? Give several examples of your own gratitude.
  • You may only discover a particular image, captured through a snapped photo, or an emotion expressed through a particular song or poem can adequately express a profound moment of gratitude. I have found recently that my gratitude best comes through the music I hear from my distant past I shared with my parents years ago. Why I am returning to old songs I have not heard for years, I do not know, but when I am full of joy or feeling exceptionally blessed, I go to music lately. What do you do emotionally that you can not accurately describe to others in words and how do you capture such? Do you choose an art form? If so, which one?

It is not uncommon to hear lectures talking about the mind, body, and soul experiences with regard to healing, as but one pathway to gratitude. There is a rich literature on these topics, beyond the scope of this post, but healing is more than just treating one’s body, isn’t it? It includes a State of Mind, and a Belief System, plus the medicine. Often when people think about their own illness, they describe it through expressions of gratitude.

The WEIGHT OF THOUGHTS sculpture, by LeRooy, stimulates conversation regarding our minds (thoughts), our bodies (with regard to illness, healing, and health for example), and souls (with regard to how we connect to other human beings as well as to God).

Thoughts are connected to gratitude: I see no other pathway. I hope you will continue to set aside some time to THINK about your own Gratitude.

This sculpture indeed seems to promote WEIGHTY THINKING. One of the readers within Facebook or Twitter noted that thinking about this sculpture gave him a headache or made him feel like his head was aching because it was growing so much larger than his body from so much thinking.

When looking for a description of this art form on Goggle it stated:

The Weight of thought by Thomas LeRooy depicts how everyone feels-a mind bogged down by its own thoughts. How our thoughts can weigh us down, eh? If only we become aware of how our thoughts. If only we could detach ourselves from our minds.

Feb. 17, 2021 Google

I imagine this is what LeRooy felt when trying to plan his work.

What do you think?

#gratitudeultra

I’m So Grateful To My Mother

Today my mother would have been 97 years old. She was an amazing woman from a time gone by, yet her ideas and beliefs are so relevant to today. I feel so fortunate that she was my mother! Also, as I grow older, I realize how precious time is and how fast life moves for each of us. On my journey to “Gratitude” I need to constantly remind myself to “stop and smell the roses”, and to “make note of each day”. My mother’s poetry reminds me of this. Her poems titled, “Tomorrow Is Not Promised”, and “Do Not Hold a Hurt or Grudge”, as well some of the lines in her poetry, “I would not be blue because of you” and on and on teach us about Gratitude.

Recently, with my son’s help, we put my mother’s poetry online for everyone to see and listen to as my mom was videotaped reading some of her poetry. This is our free gift to all of you. Simply go to ahouseinsideofme.com and in the Table of Contents look for those poems marked (video) to see and hear Marian Elsie Blake in person.

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Grateful to Share My Mother’s Wisdom Through Video/Audio with You

I am pleased to share my mother’s wisdom (for free) with all of you. Since 2013 my mother’s words have been available in print in a book, in print on Kindle, and through an Apple iBook, under the title, A House Inside of Me, see Amazon. Over this winter holiday I was finally able to transfer actual video/audio files online, and place the entire book on ahouseinsideofme.com

My mother was a beloved storyteller, a special lady from a time gone by to transcend all time. As a minister’s wife for over 60 years, she was often called to speak at dedications, funerals, births, celebrations of life, Sunday morning services, weddings and more as she brought peace and calm to people often in pain or suffering. Marian Elsie Blake offered sacred guidance for parents, families, churches, ministers, and strangers about Heaven, death, nature, love, family, social activism, and more. I frequently share her messages on Facebook to individuals who have lost a loved one. People seem to be drawn to her messages and poetry as they offer wisdom and appropriate words to individuals during a time of stress, pain, sadness, or celebration during life.

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Gratitude For Parents’ Christmas Spirit of Love-Joy-Peace

My mother and father were minsters and comforted many people during their lives. I am so grateful for my parents and their giving spirits. I found an old poem my mother gave to her church one Christmas, and I offer it to you this year. Marian wrote this poem for the church congregation and sent it out as a holiday gift with Bob. 

The Christmas gift I would give to you

Are costly and precious, ancient but new.

They’re wrapped not with paper, tinsel or string,

But they glitter and sparkle and great happiness bring.

They’re sealed and they’re signed by God in the sky,

Sent special delivery by angels on high.

These gifts are surprises to most of mankind,

Multitudes seek them, but never to find.

God showed me His storehouse of gifts one day,

And said unto me, “Just give them away.”

But most folks won’t take them, they cannot believe

They’re free for the taking and will not receive.

JOY IS GOD’S GIFT, a state of the soul

More precious than diamonds, silver or gold.

PEACE IS GOD’S GIFT, sought since time began,

But it has eluded the wisest of men.

LOVE, GOD’S MOST MARVELOUS GIFT, I believe,

For the more that you give it, the more you receive.

 

There is health, and wealth, and gifts galore

I’ve named a few, there’s many more.

He alone knows just what we are needing,

And always in all ways, God’s guiding and leading.

If we accept the gifts of His love,

We’ll be showered with blessings from God up above.

God’s gifts are free, if we believe

With eyes of faith we must receive.

But do not put undying trust

In what you see with your eyes of dust.

For the best gifts in life are truly free,

Just reach out and take them and you will see.

 © Marian E. Blake

For our holiday gift to all, my son and I are putting my mother’s poetry online for all to read and enjoy in her own words with audio and videos we collected. Simply go to the website, AHouseInsideofMe.com

Her paperback book and Kindle versions are available on Amazon.com as well as an iBook from Apple Books. The title is, A House Inside of Me: Poetry by Marian Elsie Blake (2013) by Mary Blake Huer.

With gratitude I share my mother’s wisdom and love with you. Blessings!

#gratitudeultra

Such Joy From Baby Animals

Last week I had the opportunity to observe parents and children feeding and petting baby animals. I wondered why baby animals give us such joy when we watch them run and play, so I did a little searching to try to answer my question: Why are baby animals so cute?

I actually found sites, animalhow.com and lifegate.com, to explain “cuteness”. Apparently, we are drawn to baby animals’ big eyes, large heads, small faces, squat limbs, soft skin, funny gaits, and playful behavior as they learn to walk, and eat, and explore their new worlds. There is a scheme, called the “baby schema” which explains why we feel such positive emotions when looking at baby animals.

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Gratitude For Immortality

I am so grateful for my “Gratitude Stream”, my “moral virtues”, my parents instilled in me that I would like to share a bit with you. I believe that many people have a spiritual side and through such seek relief during times of illness and death, or when fearful, or worried. I also believe that we have “sacred portals” at specific moments throughout our life during which time we seek deeper explanations for particular events in our personal lives.

Personally, as a young child growing up, I observed my parents assisting many people because my parents were pastors. For my mother and father’s teachings I am deeply appreciative. In fact, as I grow older and watch tragedies emerge, I would like to share my parents’ wisdom with you, because I believe their words will give you peace and understanding too, during the stillness of the night.

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Through Gratitude We Are Generous (STICKS Poem)

This is the season of generosity. My mother (Marian E. Blake) composed a poem, “STICKS – Four Men Sitting Around A Fire”, that captures this spirit and reminds us what will happen when we act with greed. Just like the season of Thanksgiving, the various religious practices during the month of December should be practiced year round, yet we seem to get busy with life and we forget about the importance of giving to others.

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